The Grouch - Simple Man lyrics

[Grouch] What are you? I'm just a simple man I like pretty things I'm a simple man, really I'm just a simple man I like pretty things; I like funny things I like my high hats on eighth Notes, basic, don't double up the flow I ride the beat; you chase it Hennessey straight with the lemon squeezed to quench Sounds from the town, they pound with intent Experiment with this like it's different cause it is They make the norm, and it's not what I live I give my all and want to ball like y'all But I can only spit my sh**, you get it? I'm not a clone; I got a zone, and Grouch fits in Forever rockin' twenty-dollar pants to the end I stand six-one and eat food with cheese in it Make g's and spend it at the music store I never use no more than my head to be led where I'm goin' Knowin' points of interest well And with the sense it takes to make underground tapes dope I formulate how I set sail Whether direct or retail I prevail on tracks A few bars deep and bizarro on scratch [Ah, yeah] Borrow from a batch of, let's say, garbage-a** records Not too safe to me with few exceptions True direction comes from inside the mind And everything else is just accessory That is my recipe for life, and the best of me I want my lady here tonight caressin' me Now you can pay me in this type necessity Electricity of mic, invest in me the soul I'm just a simple man I like pretty things I'm a simple man, really I'm just a simple man [Yes, I am] I like funny things; I like beans and rice I'm just a simple man I like stupid things I'm a simple man, really I'm just a simple man [What you like?] I like funny things; I like cheap things Give me the body of a goddess face from God It's odd how things fall in place I'm all about good taste, expensive or not No sensitive spot in you, I like what I got Now don't mistake man for mind, cause I'm not simple-minded Just logical, efficient and completely on time With my thoughts in the process always bring progress I guess this clockwork enabled me to not work Nine to five, I rhyme and drive to eat Check the Internet, f** and make a beat Go to wack show, sometimes it's still fun We criticize fools for bitin' on Big Pun Since this is the West Coast I like my hip-hop bumpin' Get heated off some wax with the side of sayin' something In the trunk and in the earphones I'll make it clear, homes I'm all about how it sounds I deal with audio My graffiti looks like sh** I dress how I dress and can't really dance a lick The chance is this sh** might never catch on But my friends like my songs, and I like my songs Life-long endeavors for the pleasure Measure of up to error comin' weak, that's the treasure I'm just a simple man I like basic things I'm a simple man, really I'm a smart man [Yes, I am] I like pretty things; I like dope things I'm just a simple man I like music fresh I'm a simple man, get it? I'm just a simple man I like pretty things; I like pretty girls [That's the point, got it? Not too hard. Yeah!] [Don't you just be something on a shelf; just always be yourself]